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Reporters in tight suits and pencil skirts scrambled around the girl as she continued to push her way through towards the exit of the Los Angeles airport, her bodyguard, Grant, leading the way. Trina stared at the back of Grant's heels covered in shiny black shoes as if her life depended on it. She tried to ignore the people shouting her name and taking her picture as lights flashed all around. Many comments and questions went over her head as she watched Grant's feet lift and drop rhythmically, but one caught her attention.

"Katrina, what do you think about your brother shutting down Stark Industries weapons division?" a woman reporter called, her camera guy aiming it straight at the Stark's face. Trina looked up at the woman, her face blank as she thought of her way to reply, seizing the opportunity to comment on her life's current events and the reason she set foot in Los Angeles that day.

As she readjusted her silk army-green bomber jacket and lifted her blue tinted glasses over her head, she smirked.

"It's about damn time," Trina admitted, saluting to the camera and placing her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose after winking to the audience. She had proved herself a Stark with simple gestures like that on the daily.

"Trina! Trina!" "Over here!" The reporters became excited over the response, surprised she even made one at all.

The Stark made it to the sleek black limo outside without a hassle, Grant opening the door for her and assuming his position up front. She smiled at him, a thanking gesture, before sliding into the car. Her bags were placed into the trunk and the car started to pull out of the airport as people watched in awe knowing that a Stark was in the car.

"Stark Industries, here we come."

As they drove, Trina thought back on her rigorous adventures in finding the one and only Bruce Banner, but came up short. She ended up back tracking and looking through the hacked files of Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division and finding his whereabouts, going out of the country to talk business with him, but he was quite stubborn on the chilling subject. Trina understood why, it turned him into a- she didn't want to say this exact word, but couldn't find another synonym- monster.

"Doctor Banner, please, I don't work with gamma radiation like you, but your notes and discoveries could create another possibility for my own research. Other solutions. I'll be less likely to get hurt with your notes and experience. I'll even credit you when it's all over," Trina pleaded, looking at the man as he wrung his hands and nervously tapped his foot.

"How did you even find me?" Banner asked wearily, watching the girl carefully for anyone lying tells.

She calmly answered, "I broke into Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division's database, that doesn't really matter. Come to think of it, though, I'd assume they'd know by now, but why they haven't stopped me will remain a mystery..." Trina paused and looked at the doctor as he watched her ramble, "So, what's the verdict?"

"I-"

He didn't really think it was a good idea for either of their involvement in the Super Solder Serum tests, but obliged in handing over a copy of his notes, warning her or the consequences and how she shouldn't turn to gamma radiation in times of inquiry. After she had promised not to, they parted ways and she made it back home... well, back to Stark Industries for the time being.

Trina Stark hopped out of the car as Grant opened the door, walking straight into another crowd of reporters as she tipped her sun glasses to give a flirty smile towards the cute guy holding a mic. She faced forward again, watching as Obadiah waited on the other side of the door, along with Tony, who was rolling his eyes at her flirting with the reporter. The girl shrugged at her brother and pushed open the door.

"Ah, the life of a Stark," she hummed, glancing at Tony as she went to hug Obie, "money, shouting reporters, flashing cameras, flir- Ooh!" she pulled away from Obie as a sight behind him caught her eyes, "Doughnuts!"

"You're a Stark alright," the older man mumbled, watching as she walked toward the doughnuts with Tony following behind.

"Where's the old pep in your step today, Anthony?" the younger Stark asked as she grabbed a strawberry-frosted, rainbow sprinkles doughnut.

Tony nodded his head across the room at the strawberry blonde, "She's here." Trina bit into her doughnut and hummed at the yummy taste, watching her brother fawn over his assistant. Obie began to walk toward the two, almost staring a conversation, but stopped when the younger Stark stepped away and toward the female assistant.

"Pepper!" Trina called as she half out her hands in a presenting gesture, "Tony still making you bury his bodies?" The assistant laughed and smiled sweetly at Stark. "Who's this?" She asked, looking over at the man who wore a small smile and a suit.

"This is Phil. He's with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division," Pepper introduced as Trina's eyes went wide and she glanced at the Agent before looking him over skeptically.

Trina held out her doughnut and justified the action by saying, "Here, Phil, hold my doughnut while I go make a quick speech." He grabbed the doughnut cautiously trying not to get icing on his fingers as Trina licked some off her own and walked off. He glanced oddly at Pepper, who shrugged and said, "It's a Stark thing."

"I'm here, I had a doughnut and now i'm here. Now-" people began to shout questions as Trina rolled her eyes, holding her hands up for them to stop, "As you all may be wondering, I approve of Tony's decision. As a Stark myself, I think it's a great decision in the right direction to a better tomorrow. Obviously, the industry isn't exactly doing its rightful job and it must find a new one. No, this isn't the end of Stark Industries as we know it, it is only the beginning of a new era, so pop a bottle of champagne for me. Questions?" The reporters began to shout again and Trina pointed to a random man with glasses and curly hair to ask his question.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do? I mean the stat-"

"You know what I wanna do?" she asked, crossing her arms over the podium she was leaned on and watching as he nodded nervously. "I want to take a nap. Next question!" Obadiah crossed his arms and watched infuriated at the Stark, glancing over at the other one looking smugly towards his sister and becoming even more agitated.

"What about your father, how would he feel?"

"Howard? Who cares? Next!" The man had had enough of the Stark's games and walked up and pulled her off stage as she waved at the reporters sarcastically.

She pushed Obie's hand away and readjusted her jacket, glaring at him and sneering, "Why'd you pull me away? I was having fun!" The man shook his head and motion her to follow him over to Tony, who clapped in amusement at his sister. She bowed at him and smiled.

"You two need to take this into serious consideration before you make any rash decisions," the man scolded, watching as the two simultaneously rolled their eyes.

"Look," Trina began, "My brother may be suffering from PTSD-" tony glared her way, "-but I'm completely fine, so obviously Tony is still in his right mind if we agree on something this big. Besides, it's our company, isn't it? Or does that mean nothing to you? Nothing but a name. I happen to think it's a great idea, Obie." She patted his suit and gave him a sarcastic look before nodding to her brother and making her way back over to Phil in order to retrieve her doughnut.

"Nice press conference," he complemented, handing the doughnut back. She couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

"Mm," she nodded, "I always know just what to say. That's for holding my doughnut, by the way. Sure it got pretty tempting." The agent shook his head and paused, almost hesitating in his next topic of discussion.

"Our database has been hacked into," Phil informed, "have any idea who would do such a thing?"

She smirked over at him and answered, "No, but I bet you've got a hunch. Here's my card," her two fingers flipped a card out of her pocket and let the man take it, "Business times are written in the back. Call me if you figure it out." And then she exited Stark Industries. Trina was curious about the Agent and why he didn't just blatantly tell her to stop snooping and she was dying to find out more.

A/n
not very eventful, but i hope you guys liked the story build up! don't you just hate obie? such a party pooper.

What was your favorite part?
mine was probably Trina's interactions with people and her similarities/differences with Tony

Least favorite part?
the fact that obadiah thinks he runs the place